Two Women
“Instead of her usual heavy make up and sluttish clothes, he was surprised to find that at home and without the prospect of customers she looked like a regular person. In fact she seemed both young and very appealing.
Babs was seventeen and had been on the streets for four years. She was a hardened whore and knew it, but still she liked to go to church now and again and spent all her money on her small daughter Bianca who was looked after by her maternal grandmother, Ruth.
She poured Barry a Scotch and he sipped it.
‘You sure you know what you’re doing, mate? Only this bloke’s all right, a good customer. But I need a few grand sharpish and he seemed like the only viable way of getting it.’ Barry grinned and Babs began to like him. He had a funny charm she couldn’t resist, a bit like a white Jonah.
‘What time does he normally get here?’ Babs sipped at her drink. Barry watched as her full lips caressed the glass. Painted a deep red, they were suddenly very interesting. All of Babs was in...teresting.MoreLess
Babs was seventeen and had been on the streets for four years. She was a hardened whore and knew it, but still she liked to go to church now and again and spent all her money on her small daughter Bianca who was looked after by her maternal grandmother, Ruth.
She poured Barry a Scotch and he sipped it.
‘You sure you know what you’re doing, mate? Only this bloke’s all right, a good customer. But I need a few grand sharpish and he seemed like the only viable way of getting it.’ Barry grinned and Babs began to like him. He had a funny charm she couldn’t resist, a bit like a white Jonah.
‘What time does he normally get here?’ Babs sipped at her drink. Barry watched as her full lips caressed the glass. Painted a deep red, they were suddenly very interesting. All of Babs was in...teresting.MoreLess
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